Wildes Writing

Tim Wildes Too often we lament over what is or will be: what was and what has always been. We never award ourselves a moment to reflect on our pasts in a light non-hateful- non-regretant. For this reason, we never appreciate something as profound as human: how lucky we are too have cherished something enough… Continue reading

Tim Wildes I really don’t mind the passage of time. There’s a comfort in knowing all things come to an end – that every story has a close. It’s so beautiful that you could experience something for the last time and never know; that the last time you two will ever speak has already passed.… Continue reading

Tim Wildes In youth, I believed that I’d always have a place to return to, there would always be somewhere to take off your boots and sit, even briefly. I remember the comfort of a rainstorm as I lay in my bed, drifting to a sleep that was hugged by the sounds of drops on… Continue reading

Tim Wildes I walked into the house, not knowing whose it was. I saw family photos, a child’s art, and plenty of cans of dog food. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a beer, and sat on the floor. I started the counting then- counting the flies. I heard a noise upstairs and jumped, then… Continue reading

Tim Wildes What could be more sacred than the bond of elder to child? The trust towards one’s parent: love and admiration. Naught there be truly a force greater. Never be it more threatening than, to betray this sanctity. This parental condition is fragile. To harm one’s child, whether on a plane physical or mental,… Continue reading